Anya: So what kind of place are you looking for?Spike: I don't know. Maybe a crypt. Someplace, you know, dark and dank  but not as dark and dank as this.Anya: It's pretty depressing, isn't it?Spike: I've known corpses with a fresher smell. In fact, I've been one.

Walsh: So, the Slayer.Buffy: Yeah, that's me.Walsh: We thought you were a myth.Buffy: Well, you were myth-taken.

Walsh: It's only our methods that differ. We use the latest in scientific technology and state-of-the-art weaponry, and you, if I understand correctly, poke them with a sharp stick.Buffy: Oh, it's more effective than it sounds.

Walsh: I think you'll find the results of our operation most impressive. Agent Finn here alone has killed or captured  how many is it?Riley: Seventeen. Eleven vampires, six demons.Buffy: Oh. Wow. I mean that's... seventeen.

Riley: But you killed the... You did the thing with that... You drowned! And the snake?! Not to mention daily slayage of... Wow.Buffy: It's no big, really. Hey, who wants ice cream?Riley: Buffy. When I saw you stop the world from, you know, ending, I just assumed that was a big week for you. It turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse.

Giles: Once you get to know her, she's a very unique girl. I hope you're not going to push herWalsh (interrupting): I think I do know her. And I have found her to be a unique woman.Giles: Woman, of course. How wrong of me to choose my own words.

Willow: You know. I'm sure you know. Riley's... one of the commandos.Giles: What?! Well that's marvelous, isn't it? Here I am, spent weeks trying to get a scrap of information about our mysterious demon collectors and no one bothers to tell me that Buffy's dating one of them?!

Giles (drunk): You know what gets me? This is what gets me. Twenty years I've been fighting demons. Maggie Walsh and her nancy ninja boys come in; six months later, demons are pissing themselves with fear. They never even noticed me.

Giles: What am I? I'm an unemployed librarian with a tendency to get knocked on the head.

Buffy: I'm spending today with Riley.Willow: Oh yeah, I forgot, that's what you always do on days when the Earth rotates.

Spike: Well. What do I spy with my little eye? A demon. That would be  oh, right... the things I can kill.

Giles (about Ethan): You have to help me find him. He must undo this, and then he needs a good being killed.Spike: And I'm supposed to do this just out of the evilness of my heart?

Willow: It stole Giles' car!Xander: Why would a demon steal a car?Anya: Why would a demon steal that car?

Spike (describing Giles and Ethan): Two of them. English like me, but older, less attractive.

Riley: Buffy, I can't take you with me.Buffy: You're not taking me with you. I am going and I am letting you come along.

Spike: How ya feeling, mate?Giles: Like snapping necks until everyone's dead.Spike: Now that's a Fyarl demon. Good for you.

Buffy (preparing to stab demon-Giles): This is for Giles!Giles: For me?

Ethan: I've really got to learn to just do the damage and get out of town. It's the stay and gloat  gets me every time.

Giles: How did you know it was me?Buffy: Your eyes. You're the only person in the world that can look that annoyed with me.

Giles (excusing himself after Ethan is arrested): If you don't mind, I'm just going to go watch them manhandle him into a vehicle.

Riley: You're really strong. Like, Spiderman strong.Buffy: Yeah. But I don't stick to stuff. But, yeah.Riley: And you're in charge. You're like, make the plan, execute the plan. No one giving you orders.Buffy: I'm the Slayer.Riley: I like it.Buffy: Yeah?Riley: But give me another, oh, week to get ready, and I'll take you down.